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Kam - Who Ridin' lyrics
[ VERSE 1 ] I guess y'all ain't heard the news (About the homie gettin smoked?) Choked out in his county blues (Say what?) By the deputy goon squad Devils still pourin salt on the wound, but God Only knows what them brothers went through Damn (The police killed em?) Shit, I thought you knew They tried to put the blame on this lame from the other side Hopin we retaliatin, go on another ride Keepin us warin, tellin lie after lie So it's gang-related every time brothers die? (Hell nah) (Now that's a false accusation) (Gettin choked ain't no goddamn gang-relation) (Nigga, one-time's ain't posin no threath?) Shit, I found out they the ones been crossin out the set All alone, so ain't that a bitch? Yeah, I finally heard a officer snitch So which ever one of y'all brothers true sidin? Quit your open enemy, save your energy for the hoo-ridin Who ridin? [ VERSE 2 ] Ashes to ashes, back to the dust Another dead homie, show me who I can trust It's all about self and kind So now I gots reach upon my shelf and find Me another magazine for my heat, sweep me a street Feel the thrill of victory, and not the agony of defeat For one of ours we takin ten of y'all So for 24 hours, count the minute fall (That ain't all) Make a phone call to your Uncle Toms Cause I'm ridin to they neighborhood chunkin bombs See, Vietnam's back in effect on the Eastside Since police ride, ever since the peace died Niggas gangbangin like in '82 Next victim of a drive-by shootin, it may be you I thought you knew it was on like that When brothers who ain't even full grown might gat Who ridin? [ VERSE 3 ] So if you ain't down, raise up Now I don't need a drink or a joint to blaze up Cause I'm already focused, sittin back, thinkin bout the truce Sayin prayers for my homies on my way to Lake Luise Floatin down the highway at 3 pm They ain't even seen us yet, but we see them The same ones who took the homeboys' lives Headin back home to they kids and they housewifes Lookin like any other million Joes Rollin incognito in civilian clothes But been givin blacks hell all day with no shame You're the kind who give cops a bad name So we on the freeway lookin far to claim Creepin up slow in a car blue lane All the straps is loaded and cocked, but mine's not Slow down a second, and kick it in his blind spot Now it's on, my heart starts pumpin Got the 50 round clip, and I'm steadily dumpin Jumpin lane to lane, it's to the off-ramp I'm feelin numb, I ain't from no soft camp So let's vamp Now we can track back to the other side Another day, another hoo-ride Who ridin? |
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